[Intro]
 Leave the angels in the city
 Leave the angels in the city

[Verse 1]
 Tell them muthaf-ckas I’m forever paid
 California king wrestle gators in the Everglades
 Drive up out that muthaf-ckin swamp in the Escalade
 So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your f-ckin resume
 Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
 Rip rappers a new [bad word]  I never hesitate
 Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
 I’ma give em hurricanes until another Levee break
 You niggas is featherweight, I’m Aftermath’s heavyweight
 Now Dre’s weapon of mass [bad word] is ’bout to detonate
 When a [bad word] wack found me, [bad word]  I was selling weight
 Now a [bad word] s selling millions, now it’s time to celebrate
 Performing in front of millions, [bad word] every race
 64 in the ’64, now watch the Chevy scrape
 4th album, no 5 mics? Then let ‘em hate
 But I’m not stopping ’til I’m the f-cking king in every state

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
 Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
 Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
 In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
 Get familiar with Cartwright
 Cause I wrote that shot, I’m a raging bull when the needle drops
 For the record, I’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop
 I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me
 Tell ‘em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
 [bad word] f-ck your feelings, this is me

[Verse 2]
 I’m sick of muthaf-ckers talking about “the West died”
 Can’t you hear my heart beating?
 That’s the motherf-ckin West side, you test me, you test God
 I’m his son, insane songs, [bad word] at me
 Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
 You won’t have no time [bad word]  I’m from [bad word] slums and that’s how the West ride
 I’m from the city where 2 of the best died
 Rest in peace to both of ‘em, spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
 [bad word]  I said I spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
 Name your top 10, I’m harder than the most of ‘em
 Matter of fact, shorten your list [bad word]  top 5
 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas, no particular order
 Bet a mil that I slaughter, serve niggas, give a f-ck what you ordered
 How dare you niggas pop fly
 When I’m the [bad word] sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
 I gave you the Documentary, [bad word] was a classic
 Gave you Doctor’s Advocate, you ripped it out the package
 Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
 I was stressed the f-ck out, torn between Aftermath and
 Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
 Spill the red ink on the paper, it’s like my pen is broke
 And this is what you all been waiting for
 I’m the lost angel knocking on Satan’s door
 What the f-ck y’all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
 I’m Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
 Shake you like Haiti’s floor, walk up on you
 Like “what’s going on baby boy?” Shots in that Mercedes door
 Either I’m crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
 Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
 But I still owe Jimmy one more album
 The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
 Kendrick, And I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
 Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
 Johnny always lock a [bad word] down
 Knowing [bad word] well we don’t wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
 Little [bad word] Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime
 Thug life is now on radar
 Til the [bad word] through and raid ours
 Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
 Was in my home, snapback [bad word] on my uncle’s dome
 And I don’t condone [bad word]  I’m addicted to Westsiding
 Living in a city where the skinny niggas die
 And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
 Trying, and I mean that [bad word]  Game came through, put the city on his back
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